October 2007

Friday Evening in Helen…

Against my better judgement I pretty much skipped out on work this weekend and drove to Helen with the wife and a friend of ours. I have been wrestling with it all week because I don’t particularly want to hassle with my boss. So much for that.

Friday we cooked breakfast for 150 teachers at my wife’s high school. I went in around 5AM or so and got everything started and we made it to the school around 8:30 or so and got out of there by 11. I had planned on getting the girls from the wife and shooting out of work early but the stores got a bit busy so I helped until almost two before I was able to leave. I was hoping to get the hell out of Temple and through Atlanta before Friday afternoon traffic but no such luck. I took almost four hours to make the two hour drive.

As we drove into the parking lot I knew it would be an interesting evening. Most of the bloggers were standing around the parking lot of the Kristy sampling Chatham Artillery Punch and meeting folks they hadn’t met before or greeting old friends. Let’s see if I can remember who was there. Elisson and SWMBO, Sam left his evil twin at home but did bring the wife, Zonker, Catfish, Recondo32 and Georgia, GuyK, Erica, Jimbo and the bodyguard, Joan of Argghh and the Jolly Roger, The Grouchy Old Cripple, Key and V-Man, Leslie, and shortly after we got there, Dax Montana himself.

Once everyone had been greeted I checked in to my cabin. The last thing I had eaten had been several hours prior and I was starved. We unloaded the truck (rental) and walked up to the “strip”. The Chalet Kristy is right on the Chattahoochee smack dab in the middle of town so there was no a long walk. I don’t drive once I start drinking somewhere which is one of the reasons I like having the blogmeet right in town.

The restaurant/bar we went to was full of bikers and other tourists. The atmosphere was pretty cool but it took fucking forever to get my food and by that time the live band 20 feet behind me had started blasting out rock & roll tunes. Pretty good stuff until they got to Van Morrison, which spoiled the mood. I ran outside at 9PM so that I could get sales and staffing for my stores. All I had until that point was soft drinks as I was really afraid I would have to drive back to work and didn’t want to attempt it even with one beer.

We got back to the hotel and rather than partying in one of the cabins we all ended up in/around Erica’s room and overflowing into the parking lot. I hung out there for awhile but after a couple of beer I was damn tired and retired to the cabin to get some much needed sleep. Prior to going to bed though, Sam and I picked up Elisson’s date…

party

Thanks to GuyK for the photograph. I had the camera with me (I think) but was so busy laughing that I forgot to take any pictures. The sheep is a “gotta be there” thing. Elisson put up a post a few months back about being in one of those stores that sell interesting things such as the Love Ewe and he was wondering what kind of self-respecting guy couldn’t get a date with a real sheep…I immediately went online and found one for him.

Somewhere there are pictures of me blowing the sheep, or rather, inflating the sheep. I am sure they will come out sooner or later.

Apparently RSM showed up Friday evening as well. I missed him until the next night. It’s nice to see that he is doing well. I got out of the habit of going over to When the Smoke Clears while he was in basic training. I need to rectify that and go visit more often as he is a pretty talented and descriptive author.

Tomorrow I will try and post about Saturday. It’s going to be a long day and I have to deal with the fall-out of ignoring work entirely after Saturday afternoon (I will get to that later). All I know is that it might get ugly. It is time for my beauty sleep now. After all of the alcohol I consumed this weekend I need plenty of it.

There Will Be Pictures…

…and maybe even a word or two. I’ve been home about six hours now but I have just recently crawled out of bed. Chocolate Vodka kicks ass…

Flatulating Flatulence, Batman!

Did you ever have the nasty runny shits that make you race to the toilet and almost before you get properly seated and a smoke lit it comes spewing out of your anal sphincter to splash the toilet water so violently as to get your entire backside wet?

Me either, just wondering.

So Many Bills…So Little Time

From yesterday’s Downsizer Dispatch:

So many bills in so little time. Last week, the
Senate passed  14 bills amounting to 1482 pages. The House passed 15 bills
totaling 50 pages. How does this happen?

Each member of Congress sits on a few committees, (where they are often
susceptible to lobbyist influence.) Even if they develop some expertise in a
few areas, they haven’t read, and know very little about, most of the bills
their party leaders ask them to pass. Many of these bills delegate more money
and authority to the President and administrative agencies. The process has its
own inertia, and government grows and grows. It doesn’t matter what the people
want, and the long-term consequences for the nation are rarely considered. This
is why we need the Read
the Bills Act.

But can we pass the Read the Bills Act?

We believe so, because it is clear the tide is turning in our country. The
political culture is changing. Signs of popular discontent are rising all
around us. Polls show record-low approval ratings for Congress, and near-record
lows for the President.  A supposedly “fringe” Presidential
candidate, Ron Paul, dominates the Internet and shocked the Establishment by
raising $5.1 million over the past three months. His message of downsizing the
federal government is resonating with more and more people. Agree or disagree
with Paul, his success is a stinging rebuke to the status quo.

It is clear that people want change, and we can achieve it.

Although we were taught in school that we have a Constitutional system of
checks and balances between the legislative, executive, and judicial branches,
the only check that matters is the people. History shows that direct action
from the people does work. Direct action does lead to change. Popular
resistance can undo any government program. For instance, popular resistance
brought Prohibition to an end. The draft was ended during the Nixon
Administration because of popular backlash, and hasn’t returned for fear of the
same.

But we are not  even asking for popular resistance. Instead, we are asking
for popular persistence. Contact Congress. Tell Congress what must be
done. Ask your friends to do the same, and to tell their friends. And then, do
it all over again. And again. As the pressure mounts, Congress can not afford
to ignore us. Indeed, they will begin to fear us. And so we ask you to tell your Representative and
Senators to introduce and pass the Read the Bills Act.

We also ask you to spread the word. Click the “Tell a Friend” button
on the campaign page.

And add your blog or website to the Read the Bills Act Coalition. Details are
found here.

This week, we welcome four new members to the Coalition:

mccoolportraits
Dooglio.net
The Pro’se Plaintiffs &
Litigants Association

NextRevolution

Finally, a list of the bills Congress passed last week is found at the bottom
of the
blog version of this Dispatch.

We invite you to visit our blog regularly and post your comments. Check it out here.

On My Way

I have finally gotten my stores staffed not that it’s 2:35pm and I am heading to Helen. I may end up having to come back at some point this weekend but it just depends on my staffing. It will really suck to get shitfaced and then have to drive four hours to work.

Works Sucked Today

That’s pretty much as plain as I can put it. I suppose it could have been worse. I knew it was going to be an extremely long day and since all of my managers are in place the next three days I came in a bit late. I had to run to Carrollton to buy a toner for one of the printers and stopped to see a friend of mine at my old store. It was her last day there. It will be sad to see her go but she’s got a great job working for the Red Cross and I am happy for her.

It was meeting day so I spent most of the day gathering paperwork and putting it together and then sat at the meeting until around five this evening. Pretty uneventful actually. One of my cooks didn’t show up tonight, so I had to find someone else. There goes overtime $ down the drain, the asshat.

Cleveland School Shooting

Some more video on the shooting yesterday in Cleveland.

According to Police, two guns, three knives and a duffle bag stuffed with ammunition was found near the body of the teen who shot four people at the Cleveland school. Police have identified the shooter as fourteen-year-old Asa Coon. Coon shot and killed himself as the law officers arrived at the scene. Luckily he must have been a pretty crappy shot because the only fatality was himself.

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Cop Sues After Family Rescue

What an asshat.


Water by the pool? Tell me it isn’t so! The family may very well have been negligible in the case of their baby falling into the pool but suing them? Makes you think twice about calling 911.

Gutter Ballet

For those of you that aren”t aware, Savatage was the precursor of the Trans-Siberian Orchestra

Been Caught Stealing


“Been Caught Stealing”
I’ve been caught stealing;
once when I was 5…
I enjoy stealing.
It’s just as simple as that.
Well, it’s just a simple fact.
When I want something,
I don’t want to pay for it.
I walk right through the door.
Walk right through the door.
Hey all right! If I get by, it’s mine.
Mine all mine!
My girl, she’s one too.
She’ll go and get her a shirt.
Stick it under her skirt.
She grabbed a razor for me.
And she did it just like that.
When she wants something,
She don’t want to pay for it.
She walk right through the door.
Walk right through the door.
Hey all right! If I get by, it’s mine.
Mine all mine!
We sat around the pile.
We sat and laughed.
We sat and laughed and
Waved it into the air!
And we did it just like that.
When we want something,
We don’t want to pay for it.
We walk right through the door.
Walk right through the door.
Hey, all right! If I get by, it’s mine,
Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine…

Apparently police in Upper Darby, Pennsylvania have caught a grandmother who can be seen in the video getting her grand-daughter to help steal hundreds of dollars of items from Sears.